A quick vignette of a passing interaction at work.
I snagged my finger on a sharp edge and yelled, “Ouch! Sonofabitch!”
A biologist coworker – sounding perhaps too eager – said, “What’s wrong? Are you bleeding?”
What I said: “No, I’m alright.”
What I thought: Stay back! There’s no blood! Damned vulture biologists! Always trying to make multiple-assed monkeys with the blood of the unsuspecting!
Yeah … I should really keep my thoughts on the inside.